Tuesday, February 2, 2010
{ 1:08 AM }
This is the story
of three things,
big and small,
a hand, a window
and a stone.
The window didn't
ask to be shatter,
nor did the stone
ask to be thrown,
the hand was the one
doing all on its own.
An insult travels
too very long,
it won't be forgiven
nor it will be forgot,
like the window
won't forget
being hit by one stone.
An insult is like
a not so small stone,
which the hand
unthinkingly will throw
to shatter a friend's
window, or the one
belonging to someone
that you love.
<3
THINK BEFORE YOU TALK.
TALK ABT UR DAMN ASS BEFORE OTHERS.
CAUSE U AINT PERFECT.
SORRY TO SAY U KINDA SUCK,
BECAUSE EVERYONE ELSE IS AHEAD OF YOU
WHILE URE STUCK IN THAT POSITION.
AND SOMETIMES SOME PEOPLE SHOULD KEEP THEIR COMMENTS TO THEMSELVES,
BECAUSE I DO ALL THE TIME, I AINT PERFECT EITHER,
I DON GO ARD TELLING PEOPLE HOW OTHERS DRESS AND STUFF LIKE THAT,
OR WORST STILL COMMENT ABOUT THEIR BODIES OR WAT-SO-EVER.
SERIOUSLY GET A FREAKING LIFE.
I DON REALLY CARE IF U HATE ME.
GOODBYE.
